I used to feel ashamed of having body hair. I perceived this to be unfeminine and even gross, as unfortunately some people still do.Read More
Someone once said to me: “Imagine that you have a child. Now, this child isn’t just any child; this child is an exact copy of you. Identical to you.
Now, this child, tell me something, Would you love this child?”
I said, “Of course”
“Well then, tell me, why do you not love yourself?”Read More
Please stop telling me that you’ve found the cure, you’ve found the answer to my complicated, exhausting, nuanced, personal, and all-consuming problem.
Do you really think that if the answer was that simple, just lying there in front of my face, I wouldn’t have tried it? Or at least considered the possibility?
It started maybe about ten years ago. It would be a sweltering hot day and, in accordance with the weather, I would choose to wear one of my flowing sundresses that used to make me feel so happy. But then I would walk to a friend’s house or to catch a tram. The sweaty place where my thighs meet and rub as I walk would become red, raw, and irritated, until I would find myself at home hours later- lying on the couch, legs up, bag of frozen peas on my thighs, cursing the day the sun came into being, along with the sick, sadistic liars who told us that summer was fun and carefree.Read More